Even Then

I do not wish to ride again 
Within the luxury of youth; 
For it was moldy, even then, 
And plush with seats unlined with truth, 

For I believed, back then, in lies: 
Or stories, if you'd rather, since 
The world contracts to fit our eyes, 
And what once made us blush now makes us 

Wince

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